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It was June 1970. I lived in a tiny village in southwestern Wisconsin. School had just let out for the summer. I was excited because my 13th birthday was in a week and I was about to start my first real job of my life. I was to work for the Village of Gays Mills with the Neighborhood Youth Corp.
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A great tribute to his years in this community. I have experienced some similar things going back to my childhood community. It is sad, but educational. I did not know that about cottonwoods. Thanks for posting.
Lovely story , your so right.. -:)Quote:
I told Barb that was the reason I write. It was so some of me will live on after I am gone. People reading my stories might shed a tear when they read my tales or smile when they read about my travels through life.